Something buzzed next to her on the nightstand, a harsh vibration that cut through the early morning quiet. Jamie stirred, eyes still heavy with sleep, until a voice—low and sharp—broke through the fog in her mind.
"I don't give a f**k how much it is—just get it done."
The words were hissed through clenched teeth, rough and filled with fury. Jamie sat up with a start, heart pounding as her eyes adjusted to the soft light filtering through the curtains. The voice was unmistakable. Ethan.
He was pacing beside the bed, broad shoulders tense, muscles coiled tight beneath inked skin. The tattoo across his shoulder blade—Faith—stood out in bold black letters, a permanent mark on a man who rarely talked about belief.
Last night came back in fragments.
They hadn't had s*x, but the emotional i
